Derek Jarman, 18 de Setembro de 1989

Bought Keith Vaughn's Journal and collapsed on the bed with it. Sharing his troubles made me aware of how lucky I am. I wish now I had got to know him - but when you are young you do not realise your youth is an asset. I never thought I could do anything but bore him - felt tongue-tied, unsophisticated. He mentions he was coming to my exhibition, but never made it. How he would have spent a pleasant afternoon with us.
The last days of the Journal are so bleak - the description of the wasps devouring the pears in his gardens, flying like bullets; and he, barricaded inside, unable to enjoy a perfect autunm day.